Nature Journal

• On a busy day when life overwhelms me with its many demands, I think of one place I’d like to be. Where is your place? Is it on that cruise under the scorching heat with a margarita in hand? Is it in your comfortable bed with no distraction? Mine is a memory of nirvana. I’ve only truly experienced this bliss once before. When I was twelve I remember being done hunting and being really tired. While my dad explored the woods I laid on the forest floor, relaxed with no burden of others expectations; my then blonde hair splayed around me, and the gentle rays of sun warming my closed eye lids. It was wonderful, that dream land, that better than sleep. When I get really overwhelmed with how my life is going, so fast, in so many directions; I close my eyes, imagine that heat, and go back in time to when I was young, carefree, free.

Nature Journal

I feel so isolated from nature. I'm indoors most of the day sitting under a fluorescent light, eating Taco bell. I feel shaky. I am uptight. All this concrete has gotten to me. If it weren't for the smell of leaves, well, I guess I wouldn't have had a topic for paper number one. The environment has been rooted in my life, in my happiness. How is it that human beings can live so apart from nature? Why is human nature something different altogether? I take pride in the fact that I am still an animal. I have crazy desires: I get ravenous, I get competitive as all hell, I am a predator. I also realize the crazy things I do to fit into this messed up daily life of the human. For gods sake I have fake hair.